Cherub

Cherub: (n) a beautiful or innocent-looking child.

It takes a lot for me to become motivated to try to lose weight.

It’s similar to convincing an ant-eater that ant consumption is bad for its health. After all, you are named “ant-eater.” To suddenly stop eating ants not only removes your diet, but robs you of your identity.

I.e., if I am not a fat man, who am I?

If I’m not the guy talking about calories while lamenting my metabolism, how would I be able to find myself in a crowded mall?

My identity is wrapped up in my weaknesses just as much as my virtues. I don’t know why we take so much time to lie, cheat and cover up our frailties, when the
y are obviously going to pop up and announce their presence.

But every once in a while, I do become motivated to try to carve away some of the fat from my body. It usually takes a shock. One such occasion happened when a gentleman from a newspaper, reviewing my show and describing my face, wrote: “He is a chubby fellow with cherub-like features.”

I was appalled.

There is no man born on this Earth who wants to be a chubby cherub. Matter of fact, if you told a woman that her blind date was “chubby and cherub-like” she just might call in sick.

I became obsessed.

I went to my bathroom mirror and stood there for at least fifteen minutes, peering at my cheeks–my second chin which was thinking about adding on an addition–and eventually became convinced that I indeed was a cherub. Although that supposedly has angelic proportions, it also makes you look too child-like and too plump.

I immediately started a diet, which didn’t last long because I was motivated for all the wrong reasons.

So over the years I have tried to grow a beard, which was as successful as any other cherub, and I’ve sported a mustache–a goatee which I occasionally have to pencil in because it’s just not dark enough.

This whole story would be very pathetic except for the fact that deep in my heart, I really don’t care.

My confidence is not based on my appearance, but rather, the confidence my appearance may proffer to others.

 

 

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Bride

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Bride: (n) a woman on her wedding day

In the pursuit of masculinity, we have generated a flailing femininity.Dictionary B

On the wedding day, the man wears a suit and the woman a frilly white dress, to establish her virgin promise.

We propagate the notion that femininity is desirable, but in the mainstream of life efforts, it ends up being powerless.

For instance, the wedding ceremony itself is an expression of man’s dominance:

  • He gets to remain “man” and she must become “wife.”
  • She ceases to have a human identity, but instead is projected into the role of trailing behind, stepping within his larger footprints.
  • It is required of her to forsake her name and take on the role of incubator for the human race, while simultaneously remaining alluring, able to provide meals and and launder all dirty stains.

The interesting thing to me is that when the Good Book refers to the “Bride of Christ”–the church–it does not portray such neediness. Matter of fact, we’re told that the church is supposed to “destroy the gates of hell.”

There may be nothing wrong with putting a white dress on a woman at a wedding, as long as we understand that the next day both man and woman don the same work clothes.

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